Armitage.
[With a touch of asperity.] Your troubles, Clement, you have, of course, brought upon yourself; but I think it’s a little hard on your friends that they should be made to suffer with you.
Gunning.
Hear, hear!
Enter Evans with fruit. Gunning and Parbury each take an apple.
Armitage.
[Tapping the champagne bottle with his stick.] What’s this! Some new kind of table water, I suppose.
Parbury.
Champagne.